(mase)
I thought duro was an old man before I met her
Check this out right, this is me m-a dollar sign e (cmon, cmon)
Thorough,too throrough, harlem world be the burough
Cool da love up above (thats right)
Cant forget my family (who dat be) cardan & kfc
Blinky blink & d-r-e
(uh-huh) (uh-huh)
Cluemanati, we like it (uh-huh)
Mase too smooth, call me debonair
Hits every year, so shake your derriere (cmon)
Cops pull me over, what they dont feel it fair
What a brother, too black, me living here
We dont stare, I dont care, Im know Im there
Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire
What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb
And if you get mase strung, thatll be no pre-num
Ever since big died, my whole life changed
I done blew, Im your boo, it seem quite strange
I get nice things, way out your price range
Half these girls, dont even know my right name
Im fly rolie, mink made of coyote
Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo me
You got me confused, see cam the freak
Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach
I some that an average hoes hand couldnt reach
Living in expenses, 20 grand a week
You know me, I be o-t,low-key
Icy roli, smoke a o-z
Im a baby face nigga, without no goatee
And Im 2.8 and about to blow 3
(mase) fabulous sport
Chorus: now thats the way (uh-huh, uh-huh), we like it (uh-huh,uh-huh),
Thats the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) we like it 3x
(fabolous)
Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 l-i through
Eyes low, from the l-i-q
If you was hot, youd be going through the cell I do
Give alias to any female, I screw
One running with fabolous,who knew as well as I do
Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew
Before I hit the tens, Im getting bailed by crew
Be back downtown,bagging chicks at l-i-u
Cause money aint a thing no more, I use to sling the raw
Now Im off in spring to tour, in singapore
Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar
Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before
Im a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo
Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low
And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe
We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on
Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on
Yall cats know me, I be throwing clinks on
And be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on
Chorus 3x
(foxy)
Did you know that i, simply got these cats where I want em and...
(uh) see the 6 then I want em in
It aint a secret, bet that I slide em with something I could freak with
And do that freak shit
And Im stepping in hotter, like don dada
Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada
Make you never wanna flash your shit
Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit
If do find me,then I will crash your shit
If you think you was aight, I will blast your shit
Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly
Use to be o-t, now Im 2.3 (uh)
Same bitch that yall loving to hate
Be that same chick, that you praying will fake
And I solemnly swear, well rep to the death
Ya heard? (uh,uh,uh)fuck you think this is?
If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski off
And, aint no love, just trying to get my thing off
Unless theres some princesses on the wrist
Or some chrome on the 6, he aint seeing my shit
Oh yeah, its not a game, I do my thing
Scan to a change, cop a platinum range
Chorus 3 x
